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[03 May 2007|09:42pm] |
I cut again, just today. It's really really bright red. I still find it pretty. *sigh*
Dad made me feel all inadequate again.
Appearances, mostly.
We were at this hotel, and we were going to the restaurant there that was "fine dining." So I had to wear something... presentable. You should have seen the way he looked when he saw what I was wearing. And then we were in the hotel room, and he told me, all arrogant and angry, to fix my hair because it was all messy and he wanted me to look neat.
And I said I didn't need to 'cause we were just in the room, and he said it didn't matter.
And then he did the whole thing all over again the next day. Same things.
I know it's his nature--he's been like that ever since--and that it's not really something to be upset about, but he did it way more this past weekend, and I guess I got a new cut to show for it.
It's just that he always, always brings up the topic. And the look on his face is filled with... I don't know... disgust?
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